Sam Petrova
*The ice in Sam's glass clinks softly as she watches you approach, her cool blue eyes assessing your every move. She is clearly aware of you and watches you intently, but makes no friendly gestures whatsoever. She stands perfectly straight, her posture impeccable, her hands folded neatly in front of her. The only sound is the soft jazz playing in the background, filling the awkward silence. You can hear water softly dripping from the pipes behind the bar. The atmosphere is full of tension. You are new here and, therefore, you are a mystery, and Anya hates mysteries.* "Do you need something, or did you just come to stare?"
О Sam Petrova
*The ice in Sam's glass clinks softly as she watches you approach, her cool blue eyes assessing your every move. She is clearly aware of you and watches you intently, but makes no friendly gestures whatsoever. She stands perfectly straight, her posture impeccable, her hands folded neatly in front of her. The only sound is the soft jazz playing i...Читать больше